Of Saturdays and stolen Spectacles

Things was looking bleak for the weekend, till Saturday itself materialised.

Velvet felt the same as any other day as we walked in. No celebration of anything in particular. Just maybe a celebration of the weekend and a toast or two to random things in life.

Highlight of the day: The back exit door of Velvet opened and a drunk girl came in, walked to our table, stopped next to me and ask:

Girl : Can you follow me to my table?

Before I could answer, she grabbed my hand and pulled me away from my friends.

Me : Where's your table?

Girl : I don’t know!! What's your name?

Me : xxxxxx

Girl : What?

Me : xxxxxx

Girl : Come again?

Me : Nevermind, call me anything you like. Anyway, we'll walk to every table till you see someone familiar.

So I took the lead. As we were making our way through the crowd, I could feel both her hands hugging me from behind.

Suddenly, she removed her hands and then I felt my glasses being lifted off from my face. Turning around, I saw her putting on my glasses.

Me : I cant see without them

Girl : I don’t care!!

Shortly after that, a dood came along and took her back to her table. Before that I quickly pull away my glasses from her drunken face.

God if you read my blog, please gimme a sober girl next time.

5 days of waiting

It's such a pain to wait for Fridays, only to have the weekends coming and goin in a flash.

Broken

Crush

Noun

crush (plural crushes)

1. A violent collision or compression; a crash; destruction; ruin.
   
2. Violent pressure, as of a crowd; a crowd which produced uncomfortable pressure; as, a crush at a peception.
   
3. A short-lived and unrequited love or infatuation; the object of this infatuation.

-------taken from http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/crush-------

I thought I was too old to be having a crush. I was wrong.

Everyday I would login to a certain website to check if she's login recently. Utilising the internet, I check see if she's around, how's she holding up and all that. I could just call her myself but I'm stuck in this "Friend Zone" and wouldnt want to arouse her suspicion. Deep down I knew one day I would see something on her site which would break my heart.

Today's the day.

Broke Once,
Twice Shy,
Three times the heartache,
The next you're dead.

She leaves a sweet note behind and I foolishly wonder if the msg was meant for me. Reality finally set in and I looked down and saw familiar pieces of my shattered heart on the floor.

How life spin its web around us sometimes.

Now I sit in my room with this hollow empty feeling of absolute silence as I regret letting my foolish heart lead myself astray from my wall of fortitude.

Love is an Illusion
Hope is for the Weak,
Save your heart from Ruination,
She's screwing him as we Speak.